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"You want something to look at?" Walking back to where my panties lay shredded on the floor, he scooped them up. Sitting just on the edge of the bed, he unzipped his pants. A quick lift of his tight, muscled ass and he had the jeans and his underwear low down on his hips. Freed, his cock pointed a hard line at the ceiling.
Holding his cock away from his stomach, Dean slowly stroked it from broad base to fat tip, letting me see how long and magnificent he was. Thick veins promised a textured, carnal pleasure for mouth or pussy or ass. The heavy knob at the top would stretch his lover on the way in and catch and tug, keeping him locked inside her as she came.
Inside me, as I came.
Squirming with need, I strained against my ties.
Dean placed one hand against the curve of my stomach as the other fisted his cock. He had my panties between the flesh of his hand and the mottled walnut of his erection. Pre-cum already beaded at its plump tip, making me warm and humid all over again, my body a roller coaster of reactions.
"Are you thinking about having me in you?" He stroked as he asked. The already thick veins became more pronounced as he pumped his shaft. His free hand moved up to my breast, squeezing and tugging in sync with his strokes.
"I'm thinking about being inside you...how tight that sweet pussy is."
My insides took up the rhythm of his words and strokes, my clit sliding between the thick labia with each dirty syllable uttered.
A flick of his wrist and my panties covered the swollen head, hiding it from my devouring gaze. I whimpered at the loss. Dean looked at me, dragging my eyes up and away.
He licked his bottom lip then breathed slowly through his pursed mouth. "Are you wet again?"
I nodded. I was wet and one contraction away from coming. The muscles of my stomach rolled, my torso twisting, hips lifting as my breathing became erratic. I sucked air in, my expression widening as my clit slid up and froze just as his hand tightened around his cock.
He came inside the fabric, the already black material darkening as his semen erupted. He groaned, his gaze still boring into the back of my head as I started to buck, my body jerking with each flutter of the fabric as thick streams of his climax jetted beneath it.
Spent, he tossed my panties on the floor and leaned over me. "Next time I come, you'll be riding my cock, baby girl."
CHAPTER 5
GARNET
Dean brought me water and food, untying my hands long enough for me to eat and then take me to the bathroom. When he refused to wait in the hall, I pointed at the impossibly small window and glared at him.
I plucked at the black satin sheet he had wrapped me in. "You think I’m going to try to crawl out of that in this?"
Leaning with his back against the wall, he reached a hand down and opened the cabinet below the sink. There was an assortment of bottles and spray cans. He pulled out an aerosol bottle, rooted around some more and came up with a lighter. "Can’t have you going all flamethrower on my ass, baby."
"Fine, take the lighter and leave." I felt my blood pressure spike as he shook his head. "I can’t pee with you watching."
He turned until his ass rested on the sink’s edge and he faced the door. "Better?"
"The mirror’s right there." I started to dance, my need to go magnified now that I was so close to the toilet. "At least close your eyes."
I couldn’t believe I was arguing with him about this. His watching me pee would be the least of my humiliations in this house. "Please, De?—"
His gaze cut my way, silencing me immediately. Reaching behind him, he turned the faucet on. "Just sit down and try, baby."
With the water running, I had no choice. I sat down, the sheet shielding me. Seeing his green eyes glittering at me in the mirror, I scowled at him.
"How many lovers have you had?"
I closed my eyes, intent on ignoring him. If I could relax just a little bit more?—
"How many?" he repeated.
I had already climaxed three times for him, all while I was bound to the bed. He probably thought I was a slut or had a serious bondage kink. Why else would he ask how many men had fucked me?
"Worried you weren’t the best?"
Near tears, I snarled the question at him.
